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I should have journaled this earlier, but I have to at least note this dream.

I was looking at a Nazi. I didn't want to become his prisoner. I realized it was a little odd to be looking at a Nazi, and while I didn't like it, it wasn't as big of a deal as it obviously would have been if it were real.

I was also near Russian soldiers. They were a much better option if I had to be taken prisoner.

In waking life, I have a book of personally written poetry. Some soldiers from one of the two sides were looking for my poetry as though it were illegal propaganda or something. I think I started looking for the book so I could hide it.

Bad recall from me, not sure why.
Attempted WBTB MILD.
I don't really remember waking up, but I must have, I think it could have been the relaxing music + alarm that I could have slept through.
I probably didn't mantra when WBTB, in this dream there was loads more dammit!

I am in a camp-site, oddly, the camp is split into two half's, one for the British the other the Nazis.
I know they are up to something, and in the night my rank is changed to being dismissed and I am forced to leave.
When doing so I stroll off for abit, and then come to the conclusion that my rank was changed by the enemy.
I run back, to see my camp devastated, there is a large slit in the side of my tent and my cricket bag (?) has been burnt and chucked across the campsite.
I go over to their camp and tell them we are coming in the night.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a scientific laboratory. The floor I was on looked like the lobby for a nature center or a church. There were tall glass walls showing a clear day outside. The floors were some kind of deep-red stone, polished heavily. One other window to my left and about 5 meters away from me looked down, apparently, to a basement area, which was dark.

My great grandmother was going down into the basement area to test out some kind of atomic science device. It was like some kind of atomic particle beam ray. It could be used either for scientific purposes or as a weapon.

My great grandmother now walked into another room to my left and went down the stairs. I may have stood on the threshhold of the first room and the room with the stairs. A man and a woman stood with me, though they both stood in the first room. The woman was talking about how once a proton beam was set in motion, it would go into an orbit around the earth, destroying whatever came into its path. This could possibly lead to the destruction of the whole earth.

The man now said, "Hmm... maybe we should get ----- (something like Swami Sarasvati) to talk about that kind of stuff." The man was basically implying that the physics of the machine were basically like the elements of Hindu religion.

The woman said, "Or we could get ----- (some famous Western physicist)."

To make a joke, I thought I'd recommend getting the Play-Doh man to talk. I envisioned holding a Play-Doh ball in my hand and smashing it. This was basically to suggest the destruction of the world, but as a joke, apparently.

I made the hand gesture and said, "Or maybe we should get --," but I was suddenly interrupted by my great grandmother calling me from downstairs. She sounded pretty insistent, so I ran toward the stairs. I called out to the man and woman, still making the hand gesture, "Maybe we should get the Play-Doh man!"

The woman got my joke and said, "Play-Doh man. Oh...!" as if she were going to start laughing.

I now lay on my stomach before a staircase down to the basement. The staircase looked like in a suburban house, and it was bordered by a thin, wooden railing, like for a child's crib.

My great grandmother's voice came from below. She said, "I need you to go get the money. I can't do the project without it." But she also discussed how she needed me to go get the money to protect it from getting into some other people's hands. My grandmother told me that the money was in a place outside of my usual activities. I took this to mean it was in some mansion in a rich neighborhood in Georgia.

I asked my great grandmother how I could possibly get into these mansions. She told me that I wouldn't have as much trouble as I thought I would, and that I should be pretty honest about my aims with anybody I encountered.

There was now a tall, bald, black man in the room with me. He stood over by what looked like a kitchen counter with a bunch of appliances, boxed and unboxed, on it. But the devices were actually weapons and parts to the device that my great grandma was testing out.

The man made some kind of threatening statement, in a smirking way, about how he was going to destroy the whole project. I tackled him and pinned him to the floor. We were down beside a bed. I was on my knees, on the man's ribs. I had him pinned, and he couldn't move. But he didn't seem worried at all. He was still smirking.

He made some move where he was now on his back. He had better control of his arms, and he tried to make some weird move against me. But I managed to counter that move and get control of him.

Suddenly I was "my old self (?)," an old, white haired, German man who had been a Nazi. I had apparently tortured this man in the past.

I lifted the man up and carried him over toward the head of the bed. The walls were grey concrete, like in a basement. At the head of the bed was a single wooden pole, kind of thin. I lifted the man's head up and said, "You couldn't leave things alone, could you? You had to bring the old me back. Well, now I'll treat you like the old me treated you!"

I was going to slam the man's head down on the thin pole so that I pierced his brain through one of his eyes. But I was a little disgusted at the thought of this, and I either didn't do it or didn't see myself doing it.

I was myself again. Some series of events had taken place, the project was completed, and my great grandma was up out of the basement again. A few people were around, like family, meeting after the project. But I still didn't have the money.

I went to look for my great grandma to tell her I didn't have the money. I found her in her bedroom, apparently changing clothes. The bedroom was dim grey.

I called out, "Grandma? I couldn't find the money. I don't know where it is." This actually wasn't true. I was actually kind of too shy to go to the Georgia mansions to look for it.

My great grandma yelled, "Well I told you where it was! Go to a place outside your usual activity. You know what that is. And tell people exactly what you're doing!"

I felt terrible. I was too shy and afraid to do this. I figured I might fail entirely at getting this money. What would happen?

I was now in some kind of bedroom that looked like an exotic bedroom in an Arabian mansion, like in the movies. A bed stood atop a few marble steps, curtained on either side by thin, pink-orange drapes.

Before the bed stood a kind of pretty boy dressed as a girl. He had long, blonde-brown hair and he wore a yellow-green and black striped shirt and a denim mini-skirt. He was apparently Harry Potter.

Harry explained how I could get past my fear and take care of my mission. It took a few minutes before I realized that Harry was wearing a diaper under his mini-skirt. I started to vanish from the room, but I remained fixated on the fact that this transvestite boy was wearing a diaper.

Harry, all by himself, began dancing in a kind of wild but sexy way all around the huge bedroom. I now saw a view from below the floor, looking straight up Harry's skirt, at his diaper. The diaper seemed to be blue, like blue jeans.

I seemed to be sinking lowe and lower. I ended up on some kind of portico area with a group of students and a couple of male teachers. The students and teachers were all Latino and black. The students were a mix of boys and girls.

I somehow figured that since I'd failed at my task, there would be no Christmas for these children. The children, without mentioning me (I wasn't present), kind of sadly complained about this fact.

I felt terrible about this, but I thought there had to be some kind of magical way that Christmas could appear for these children. After all, Christmas is a magical holiday. Suddenly, slightly glowing objects began to fill the air. They were all supposed to be things like Christmas objects. But they were actually things like fast food items.

One of the boys, seeing these items, said, "Hey guys! Don't worry! We've got Christmas right here! Just eat one of these Christmas hamburgers out of the air!" The boy himself ate a Christmas hamgurger. One of his male friends did so as well.

The two boys were suddenly acting like they were drunk or stoned. The students were all walking to some educational site. One boy grabbed on to the arm of one of his teachers, a big, Latino man with long hair in a ponytail, as if the boy were the teacher's girlfriend. Another boy was at the back of the line, bouncing around and acting crazy.

Finally, as the group continued walking toward the educational site, the first boy woke frfom his stupor. He ran back to the second boy and warned him not to eat the hamburgers.

The school group was now of little, Japanese boys and girls. There were two male, Japanese teachers. I was now present with the group.

We were walking into a forest full of yellow-leafed trees. A couple of girls, as we walked into the forest, called out, "Kirei!"

I noticed that the scenery was getting all fuzzy, like a digitized video view getting more and more pixellated. I thought I'd comment on this to the teachers. But I didn't know whether, if I did this, I'd be breaking the Japanese customs of respectfulness.

We walked along a really muddy path. At some point, I had to push aside the stalks of a tall, tree-like shrub. One of the branches touched my face. It was all muddy. I just decided to let the stalks go and not worry about whether I was clearing a way for the students behind me. But just as I decided to do that, it turned out that we were past that area.

The teachers were now turning us around, but we were walking back on a path parallel to the path we had walked out on. This second path was flooded with water, which reflected the blue of the sky. I thought this would be kind of inconvenient. A horse was also standing in the water.

This was probably the most vivid dream I've had in a while, and it was quite strange.

It started out with me going back in time to sometime like 1917, though political climate was like the 40's, and technology was 80's era. We entered this place in a random Minecrafty mountain. Here we had a TV set up to google maps. Some random people appear and we had no choice but to tell them we were from the future due to the look of the TV. We open up an area that has a bunch of highways and bridges. I then said something like, "I was trying to do something, but I jacked it up."

I then exit the hole in the mountain and try to hang up a poster that has a swastika and a soldier. It read "Nazis lose war!" In the dream I was doing it for the lulz, since I was in Nazi America. Things then go weird as I fly sideways off the mountain, knocking down a bunch of hanging banners with the classic red and white circle from minecraft trees. These did not have the swastika, but had what appeared to be something like the stairs from the original Mario.

I then appeared at our local church, people were defying the laws of physics to shake hands. I think I was saying something reasonable, but I do not remember this part much.

Once again I teleport to another place. This time it was to our schools's cafeteria. There was a semicircle of people with a large, old camera looking device, I among them. With this, we were playing Minecraft. I then probably said something like "I'm from the future," because I remember right after that missing fragment I say "Because I'm wireless!" (Remember, this is like the 40's.) No one cared, so I tried to show a friend of mine that I was from the future by stopping time. He didn't care either. After this, I think we get chewed out by someone, badly. You'll see why I think this later.

We then were walking down a road to a large white house, our living quarters. A few people look younger (due to the earlier time period), but not many. The reason why I think we were badly chewed out because I spawned a pistol, likely in case we were attacked by the person, who I remembered him as looking like one of our coaches at our school. I believe he was a part of the Nazi regime, which is why no one liked him, and part of the reason I spawned a pistol. I had to spawn the filled clips separately, for whatever reason.

Here, I see him walking down on the ground next to the compound. Here, it gets a little fuzzy. I think I ignored him and jumped into the nearby ocean. The scene here looked quite nice now that I think about it. The view panned by this lady swinging from a giant electromagnet, probably telling me to go to the man I go to next.

The dream then panned across the large lake (yes, it was a large lake now that I think about it) to this man next to a limo. I wish I could remember the name, but I do not. It was someone with the last name starting with W. The view stayed there for a while until this man with a green crescent moon as a head got all in my face and said something like "He will do what you want him to do if you see his train." We then appeared in a forest with a train going through it.

The rest kinda cuts off here, but there was more. I believe I talk to myself about what I did and how the man with the last name starting with a W was the head of the Department of Safety in Nazi America and how he passed a bunch of new laws stopping people from having to do something. Probably stopping people from getting chewed out. I think the dream ends with me back in the church, reflecting on something.

Overall, this was a pretty memorable dream due to it's awesomeness.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some kind of big building like a museum. The building seemed to have a couple of floors, the upper floor and lower floor visible to each other. The lower floor was far down from the upper floor and was connected to it by a bunch of ramps. The walls were fronted by brown wood panels, which were set aslant from the real walls. Mild lights beamed down from the high ceiling.

I was on the upper floor, but I was talking to an old lady who stood in front of some painting down on the lower floor. The old lady had grey hair in a big perm. She may have also been wearing a blue, polyester suit, like from the 1970s.

I was apparently either a Nazi or Jewish. Somebody, not in the museum, had said something degrading about me because of what I was. The person who insulted me may have been something like a Nazi.

I was complaining to the lady. The old lady told me something like I should go right now to confront the person who had insulted me before. She told me something very specific to tell him. It may have involved dropping her name.

I may then have imagined a view of me walking outside, into the black night, in some kind of suburban area. I then imagined, without sound, being in some kind of public setting and standing before a black man, as if I were in the process of telling him to stop degrading my Nazi or Jewish character.

Dream #2

Some man had died. Something about this had caused a ghost or demon to occupy the man's place. So now there was some kind of exorcism being performed.

It was black night. A black man was chasing the ghost, who looked like Debbie Harry. The black man was dressed in some kind of outfit with a straw-woven chest plate made out of long, white beads and a tall headress that looked something like a fountain made out of straw and grass. The man kept hitting Debbie Harry on the head with what looked like drumsticks with padded tops.

The man was chasing the ghost along a weird structure that was like a maze of ramps made out of wooden planks, like a bunch of wooden bridge-like ramps. There were flat areas as well, also made out of the wooden bridge-like structures. The ramps and flat areas were all lit up by light bulbs like the light bulbs on amusement park rides.

The wooden structure was as big as a mansion or an apartment building. It seemed to be on the shore of a beach, at the edge of some kind of dense jungle.

The ghost may finally have run into some high up, central area of the structure. The central area was really lit up with a bunch of lights. It was either something like an altar or a throne.

Despite the title, it has nothing to do with rock music.

16th of March 2011: non-lucid, lucid, extra comment

I'm in some sort of park, fighting off an invasion of some sort, before getting into a car and driving off. Later my dreams seems to restart/respawn me at the park battle, only now there were aliens as well, which were reminiscent of the Flood from Halo, except they behaved more like flying squids, aggressive flying squids. I fight a larger creature, which keeps pounding me to the ground with overpowered attacks.

I find the same car I drove off in earlier in the dream and make my escape. I now find myself in Nazi held territory, where I'm being chased down for some reason (Note that I was no longer in the car at this point). I run into a hotel, where the soldiers stop chasing me. I make my way to the top floor, where a female Nazi officer chases me down through some sort of grid. I make my way back to the stairs and head back down, creating a gap by jumping down flights without loss of speed. I hear people running up the stairs as well, I'm trapped.

I turn around and open a door to a hotel room. Dutch people occupy this room, they tell me they'll get me out of here. I fall asleep. When I wake up, the people are gone. Now Nazi soldiers are in the room, laughing at me, or more specifically about the books in my bag. I get up, walk into the bathroom, and take the books back to my actual bedroom. Where I put them down on my desk.

I presumably woke up at this point.

3/11-12. 1. Looking at Chucks. Dickies store? Selling for $50 (I'm not exactly sure if this was from tonight, but I remembered it when I went to a store that sold shoes today. Could have been from the night before, or 2 days ago [been horrible lately abut writing dreams down right when I wake up])

In a house and I’m sitting on the floor, beige. Dad and I then walk around the house, like it’s a tour. It’s Gma V’s house. I’m wearing an SCBA mask for some reason, purge the bypass. There’s quite a bit of remodeling work being done. Lots of art, glasswork, and pictures around and on the being of being clutter, like a mansion. Then there’s stuff that’s broken or stolen. Gma knows who it is. I examine a broken glass piece. Outside and see some windows broken out, 2 story house. Then I’m lying on my stomach and there’s a super deep hole in the ground and other people are stuck on ledges. I’m a little uncomfy on that edge so scoot back a little. Christopher Loyd (Doc from Back to the Future) falls. We start to turn off the lighting for some reason. We get a system of 2x4’s set up and they’re placed in a certain order and they help pull up the people trapped. It’s my job to put the boards in the correct spot (I have had this dream before about the mine shaft, Doc falling in, and the board system). Then Herman Munster (from The Munsters) is helping us out. Then we’re on some plains, looks like Stonefield from Rift, and there’re these pins I have to stick in the ground to keep monsters away. I’m examining the tag and pin because the pin goes into the center of the tag, but looks like it barely stays on and could come off easily. Then the pin and tag have turned into the guy from Inglourious Basterds, the one that says, “How fun!” He’s in a tank and is stiff like an action figure, the tag is his base, like a plastic Army man. He’s kind of yelling at his tank crew about something